you were one of his victims. Kidnapped in his basement—he was gonna kill you sooner or later. There was a putrid smell of blood and bones..could’ve only been from a human—something had gotten into the room—and you’d caught bad cold. It had been a few days since he’d last fed you—or seen you in general.

you heard his heavy boots stamping down the stairs—he sighed, and unlocked the door, stepping inside the cold room—and knocked a swinging body out of the way before looking at you.

“You look sick.” he went over with a slightly quicker pace, and kneeled down too look into your face, his gloved hands gently traced your face—trying too see what was wrong

“Do you want a blanket?” he stood back up.